Semi-Daily Scribbles

Jane was proud of her hothouse secrets. Indiscretions were divided and fed. Poor judgment was hung from a hook to dry. Jane attended to her rogue's garden under glass, and kept a watchful eye over the first delicate stalks of suspicion. Subterfuge took years to cultivate, but Jane maintained a long list of satisfied customers. They favored Jane's chaos for its spicy scent of blood and chrysanthemum. If one chose to wear villainy upon her breast, a respectable lady placed an order with Jane well in advance of the need for a quick and tidy solution.